Listening to this and imagining having the guitar track and being tasked to compose the lyric.  I don't think I could do it.  It isn't just about the words, it's that there are so many creative musical twists that weaving a singular consistent narrative seems like a Herculean task.  I'm even more impressed with this than I was the first time I listened.

Angel (Feat. Serene Sunderland - user-846248422)

Mr Moon Eyes

I've danced to the whims, of my height, of my station
I've gathered my cares into solid foundation
Yet, woe be the call
I find in my echo 
Not certain at all 
My flowers, my meadow

So, what of this heart that burns to the rhythm
The pounding of feet, the pleasure of freedom
Oh, I need to know how
Let light be my valor
Tell, what of the now
My eyes are a soft blur

How dare you fill my mind?
Distractions, oh, distortions 
Of what we're s'posed to find
Running through cursed emotions

I call with a song to the god of my intention
Oh, give me a name, that I might feel your blessing

Do you bathe in my thoughts, do you wade through my troubles 
Demanding I strain and ever cry within each struggle 
If you thirst for a war 
Know I am willing
Whatever it's for 
My purpose fulfilling

Oh, how can I know what I need, when the question's author 
Is you on the wind, flowing hair of some nameless color
Are we mystery bound
Or, am I dreaming?
Have anyone of us found
Some secret, some meaning? 

How dare you fill my mind?
Distractions, oh, distortions 
Of what we're s'posed to find
Running through cursed emotions

I call with a song to the god of my intention
Oh, give me a name, that I might feel your blessing
You are, I believe, the star, my navigation
Borne of a will, a design, of my invention

the god of my intention

FAWM no. 13... a cheery song about a dystopian, apocalyptic future that may or may not be based on recent climate summits 😬. Wanted to go full orchestral on this, a bit like if Randy Newman had done a song with ELO...

LYRICS

Out here in the desert
We’re turning off the lights
We had a good time, baby
Now the pipes are running dry
Back in 2023, we said it would all be fine
I guess that we were wrong
And you were right

Towers in the distance
Tremble in the heat
We built our Babylon
Out of oil and concrete
Now join us on the hundredth floor
As the waters rise
Watch the little people tryin’ to survive

And it looks like the end of the world
And everyone knows it’s
The way we all chose it
And if it’s the end of the world
It can’t be denied
We all had the time of our lives

These days you will struggle
To find somewhere that’s free
From fire, flood or famine
And human misery
London’s underwater, L.A.’s smoke and dust
Seven billion vehicles slowly rust

But don’t you worry, baby
Baby, don’t despair
You didn’t think this story
Really ended there
For the lucky few (and hey that’s you!)
There’s a colony on Mars
I hear the shuttle’s waiting to depart

And it looks like the end of the world
Everyone knows it’s
The way we all chose it
And if it’s the end of the world
It can’t be denied
We all had the time of our lives

It’s been quite a ride
Now kiss it goodbye….

The End Of The World

Featuring:

Dan Vaillancourt: Vocals, lyrics, melody, percussion, mastering (https://danvaillancourt.bandcamp.com/)
Hannah Busse: Vocals (https://hannahbusse.bandcamp.com/)
Sonya Heller: Vocals (https://sonyaheller.bandcamp.com/)
David Taro: Vocals, lyrics, production

LYRICS © Dan Vaillancourt / David Taro

[DAN]
Another late night
Another early morning
I’m running out of wick
One more thing?
Sure I can do it!
As long as we make it very very quick

[Chorus] 
Why do I always overcommit?
(Why why why…)
Why can’t I get these pieces to fit?
(Why why why…)
Why don’t I ever know when to quit?
(Why why why…)
Why why why
Why why why…

[HANNAH]
I’ll work all night
‘Til the morning light
Just need a little shuteye
I ask when we’ll ever
Get us some sleep
You say we only sleep when we die

[Chorus]

[SONYA]
I’ll get on a plane
Go anywhere you want me
All you got to do is ask
No job too big
No job too little
I’ll commit to doing almost any ol’ task

[Chorus]

[DAVID]
Too much on my plate
Forgot to eat today
Maybe we should reassess?
Sign me up for another!
No rest for the wicked!
I feel like a man, a man possessed 

[Chorus] 

[DAN]
8, 9, 10, 11, midnight (8, 9, 10, 11, midnight)
1-2-3am (1-2-3am)
I’m still feeling alright
I don’t mind late nights
But the alarm clock, I dread… 
I feel like the walking dead… 
Every morning at 6am… 

[Outro]
Why do we always overcommit?
(Why why why…)
Why do we always overcommit?
(Why why why…)

Overcommitted (feat. Dan Vaillancourt, Hannah Busse & Sonya Heller)

I drove the blue highways 
For years to see the landscape change, but
Gone now is the blanket of my youth 
The comfort of that brilliant haze
And promise of near endless days
I miss the sweet unknowing in my views 

   I'm told each road, will take me home 
   No matter which I choose
   So I'll drive all night neath the fading lights
   Of the time I've left to use

I used to stop along the way 
To trade my time for sweet escape
But wasted days I've found to fast accrue
So here I am with open eyes
To dream among the western skies
Each horizon pulling me on through

Oh, It's not fear that bothers me
Or some hard fall to vanity
It's wishing that this wasn't true for you 
As there you sit in your brand new ride
Your map a maze of countless lines
Kid, I long to see just what you're gonna do

Fading Lights

My heart hasn't felt the same since
I saw you kickin round the pavement
Damn you're pretty in what's left of this city
Like a flower blooming out of the street
Life's hard, livin' in the end times 
To get by ain't nothin but a slow climb
I'm a survivor but things could be finer
Would you maybe like to fallout with me?

I don't usually talk to strangers
I shoot first just to cover all my dangers
But you're clean cut, so I'll tell you what  
Let's see what to me you might be
Lord knows that living on rations 
Has, of late, fallen out of fashion 
So, how's your cookin, cause I've been lookin'
To spice up this mundane cuisine 

Oh, there's something worth saving
In a world that's crumbling down
I've been counting days since the bomb hit 
Feeling like a hermit, scavenging from town to town  
To find another soul waiting 
With the same post-apocalyptical needs
For what good is livin in the end times 
If you can't love somebody 

Tell you what, if you don't mind my pardon
I got seeds, we can plant them in a garden
Oh, I make a mean curry, so don't you worry
I'm a man with the means to supply
I'm bound just south of the state line
A safe spot in the woods and the sunshine
Sure it's humble, but there ain't a lot of trouble 
Got a bunker, maybe you could stop by?

Sounds nice, I could bring along my stockpile
A guitar and some books that are worthwhile 
I've got ammunition, but boy am I wishin' for 
A place to settle down for a time
I've had, hard luck keeping my boyfriends
Alive, you see something always kills them
Zombies, marauders, disease, and other bothers
Can you promise me you're not gonna die?

Oh, there's something worth saving
In a world that's crumbling down
I've been counting days since the bomb hit 
Feeling like a hermit, scavenging from town to town  
To find another soul waiting 
With the same post-apocalyptical needs
For what good is livin in the end times 
If you can't love somebody

Livin In The End Times

One of the cool things about FAWM is the 'skirmishes'. One hour to write and record a song based on a prompt from the skirmish host. Normally I don't do them as they scare the bejezus out of me. But it was the last day of the month, and a leap year too, so felt like I should dip in. This was the result of a prompt 'The Goblin Masquerade'...

A Little Goblin Like Me

Lyrics: Andrea Brennan
Music, vocals and production: CTS
Music and backing vocals: Rich Joseph


My baby's she's da bomb
My heart goes bing, bang, boom
And my temperature starts rising
When she walks into the room

Her lips are ruby red
Like fiery temptation
But, her kisses sweet as heaven
Are my tastealicious salvation

She's my Habanero honey
100,000 degrees of heat
She spices up my days
And satisfies my nights
She's my Habanero honey
She makes my life complete

She's petite, yet she's potent
She can turn a spark into a flame
With just the warmth of her smile
Or the whisper of my name

She sets my world aglow
Everyday's a pleasure trip
With every taste I relish more
'Cause she's all that and bag of chips
Yeah, she's all that and a bag of chips 😉

She's my Habanero honey
100,000 degrees of heat
She spices up my days
And satisfies my nights
She's my Habanero honey
She makes my life complete

MY HABANERO HONEY -  2024 FAWM collab

The artwork for this track was created by my talented brother Brian, otherwise known as the self taught artist bunkt_ 

You can find his quirky and unique art on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/bunkt_/?hl=en

This was a track that I had so much fun with. Making this song brought me out of a musical funk (literally) I was in, and it's the first track I thought sounded better as an instrumental. I had fun adding different parts and making it a musical story.

Electro Conejo

Larger Than Life

Saints and sinners
Losers, winners
Welcome to the show
Fate will call 
Your curtain fall
But now you’re good to go

You’re the only sucker
Who can suck 
the way you do
So take your schtick 
to centre stage
and to yourself be true 
You be you
Do what you do 

Ecstatically erratic
Emphatically enthusiastic
Hearts ain’t made of plastic
They’re muscle bound and quite elastic 
Love can be traumatic
But joy is free and feels fantastic
Listen through the static
We’re all born to be larger than life

Lovers fighters
Wrong or right
It’s all the same to me
The only gift 
you get to keep 
is to know your soul is free

Don’t take time
to learn the script
it changes with the wind
Find the rhyme 
that fits your time 
And be your own best friend
Feel it swing
Sing it again

Ecstatically erratic
Emphatically enthusiastic
Hearts ain’t made of plastic
They’re muscle bound and quite elastic 
Love can be traumatic
But joy is free and feels fantastic
Listen through the static
We’re all born to be larger than life

Ecstatically erratic
Emphatically enthusiastic
Hearts ain’t made of plastic
They’re muscle bound and quite elastic 
These days are drastic
But  joy is free and feels fantastic
Listen through the static
We’re all born to be larger than life
Don’t just survive when you can thrive
Ecstatically erratically alive
Fantastic!
Larger than life

Larger Than Life

Love the process of creating original grooves and music. Mostly a guitar player trying my best with lyrics and singing. Been fortunate to collaborate with some talented musicians and lyricists from around the globe.

Angel (Feat. Serene Sunderland - user-846248422)

Rich Joseph

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